Just about every week, someone on my block throws out one of those ugly floor lamps. You know, that lamp you owned in college.
I’ve saved some from the dump from time to time (always making sure the neighborhood dogs haven’t gotten to them first), they’re great for parts. I’ve used the cords, sockets, and switches for some of the lamps I’ve built. But I have a lot of pipes from the base lying around.
So I cut some down, capped them with some turned pieces of scrap, and now I have this canister. But until I find a treasure map or need to deliver the antidote to a deadly nerve toxin, I have nothing to put in it.